The shower had both cooled us off and refreshed us, we walked back to camp after a stop for a couple cold drinks at the bar under the trees. Mandy was a big hit, being very generous with allowing almost everyone a peek at her boobs in exchange for beads or beers. Her smile and easy laugh made it easy to be with her and she seemed to really like the attention. When we got back to our tent the main band was hitting the stage, a reconstructed rocker from the '80s. We headed that way to join the crowd. Mandy had adjusted her attire, with a little help from me, and was now wearing a snug, pink tank-top style shirt that barely covered her assets! It was lucky we made it out of the tent at all; I was unable to keep my hands and tongue off her while she decided what to wear.
We found a spot not far back from the stage, but with enough room for Mandy to rock out a bit to the show on stage. My contribution to that was to stare at her, amazed by her energy and to occasionally join her on slower numbers mainly as an excuse to grind my hard-on against her soft curves. Not long into the show we noticed Rita not far away, also getting into the music and dancing her smaller ass off. She looked our way and headed over during a break on the stage.
"Hey guys, I was hoping I'd see you down here. Wayne it's one of those nights, know what I mean?"
Well, yeah, I knew what she meant. We'd been friends and more for long enough for me to know that she was horny, ready and available. Mandy excused herself for a trip to the potty, leaving Rita and I to discuss what she meant.
"So what are you wanting to do about it? Need a wingman, or did you have something else in mind?"
"I think I want to take Mandy to a quiet spot and see if she feels like a tryout for the other team. Seemed like she liked my hands on her before? Did she say anything about it to you?"
"She did mention that it felt good and turned her on when you touched her this afternoon. I wondered if you were thinking about getting her alone."